“I’ll happily fuck you here,” he says, sending a jolt straight through me. Need. Want. Both. “But I’d rather the neighbors didn’t get a show.”
Finally, my fingers land on the cool metal. I pull the keys from my bag, and my lips split wide. “Found them.”
“Well, open the damn door.”
Chapter twenty-nine
Amy
Ivan and I burst through my apartment door, unable to keep our hands off each other. He rips my winter coat from my body as he walks me backward into the living room, the dogs scrambling around our feet in greeting.
“Where’s the bedroom?” he asks, breathless between kisses.
“Second door on the left.”
He grips my butt cheeks, lifting me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. We continue a slow descent down the hallway. Every so often, he pins me against the wall, and his mouth claims my neck. Each kiss hotter than the last, I know there’ll be a mark there in the morning.
Eventually, we land in my bedroom, my dress bunched up around my waist as he deposits me on the bed. My body sinks into the soft cotton covers. He stands above me, staring down, eyes wild with arousal.
“Fuck, you look hot,” he says. “I think I want to fuck you with that dress on.”
I draw my knees up, opening my legs just enough for him to see the silky red thong. His eyes darken, and he adjusts himself in his jeans.
“Are you just going to stand there?” I purr. “Or are you going to get on with the job? I’m here, wet, and willing. Don’t tell me you’re all talk, no action.”
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving mine, then lifts the black sweater over his head, exposing ripped muscles and a broad chest. A dark trail of hair runs from his navel into his waistband. He sees the stray of my gaze and smirks. His fingers move to his belt, and slowly he pulls the dark leather free. The hiss of it snaps something inside me. Something raw.
He drops the discarded item on the floor then removes his jeans and socks. Socks-on sex is such a turn-off. Ivan just won a few bonus points.
Standing over me in nothing but black boxers, he’s simply… breathtaking. All perfectly carved muscles, taut beneath his tanned skin. For a man nearing fifty, he’s unfairly perfect. The thick outline between his legs leaves little to the imagination, and judging by the smirk on his face, he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
He drops to one knee between my legs and lowers until our chests brush. Our lips meet, and he kisses me, slow and coaxing. My skin tingles with every pass of his hand as he explores my flesh.
He slides a finger inside the neckline of my dress, freeing my breasts. Warm lips replace his hands, transitioning to a perfect blend of tongue and teeth drawing gasps from my throat.
The wet heat between my legs grows unbearable. He grinds his cock against me, teasing. The friction sparks pleasure through every nerve.
His mouth continues its assault on my breasts, his hand moving between my legs, fingers drumming on the silk of my underwear. He pauses, glancing up.
“Amy,” he says, “are you sure about this?”
I laugh, open mouthed. “Are you really asking me that? I’m flat on my back with my dress around my waist.”
He chuckles. “Just making sure.”
One finger slides inside me, then another. The rhythm builds until I can barely breathe. I moan, loud.
“Hell, that’s the sexiest sound in the world. Do it again.” He bites down gently on my nipple, and my body obeys. An incoherent rasp slipping from my lips, a mixture of pleasure and his name.
“I want to sink myself inside you now,” he says, voice like gravel. “Are you ready? Fuck, you feel ready.”
My reply is incoherent. Nothing more than a murmur of consent. He sheds his boxers in one swift movement.
“I want you to ride me,” he whispers against my mouth, then lies back on the bed. Surprised, I just stare at the ceiling, heart hammering. “Shit, you want me on top?”
“Fuck, I do. Hurry up, sweetheart,” he says darkly, thick fingers readying his cock. “Don’t let this go to waste.”
My breath catches. With no grace whatsoever, I scramble up, push my underwear to the side, and lower myself down. The stretch burns, my body opening with both pleasure and a pang of pain.
